This is a song about "Warped tour"

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

No ho, acquainted with the floor

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

And i'll tell you some more, i'd like to give you a tour

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

Throats severed, mentalities warped and twisted like tether,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

We can leave before midnight for sure

Can't wait anymore, gotta go in tour